Monday, March 05, 2007

bleu, or et blanc.

making poms right now. yes the tedious job. and blue house is not doing so well on the sports front. i'm a sucky runner. raawwr. stupid fen. things are getting to her head. yes they are. *cough**cough* you watch out. next year. hehe.

and. arrrrrghhh. theory next week, monday. am not prepared. going to die. moreover, sportsday is this friday and we are so totally not prepared. yeah, that's a little closer to home. ohdeargod, i'm such a last minute person.

oh right. made some [edits] to my poem because a little birdie told me so. *grin.*

Paradise Lost

This is the tale of two souls,
who together make one whole.
A boy and a girl,
her, his diamond and him, her pearl.

In the desert of her mind,
where no water she could find;
he was her oasis.
Something, someone she would sorely miss.

Lying in this island's sun,
she knew she would never want to run
away from this lovely paradise;
Nothing better would suffice.

For endless hours she would bask,
hidden behind her lover's mask.
She never thought it wouldn't last,
or even that it would end so fast.

Little birds were all a‘twitter,
a never-ending sea that glittered.
She was there inside his heart
they both hoped they would never part.

In this paradise there was a waterfall,
and a bright blue sky above it all.
Never a rain cloud there was in sight
all there was, was warm sunlight.

One faithless morning the sun was gone,
and she was left alone to mourn.
Death had taken her lover away,
alas, drowned that month of May.

A bleak, black darkness she was left with,
she kept telling herself it was only a myth.
Her friends and family shook their heads,
for she would not leave his deathbed.

She wouldn't believe he was gone forever,
"He wasn't dead. No! Never!"
Her mistakes were the just cause,
she couldn't run away from the law.

She never thought that it would cost,
her beautiful loving paradise; lost.
She knew that it was all her fault,
so she took her life without a doubt.

A truly sad and tragic tale,
that ended in an agonizing wail
of pain, remorse, regret and sorrow.
For her there would be no tomorrow.


so what do you think? just a few very very minor changes. detail people. anyway, minyan's party pictures will be concealed from the public in respect of our own privacy. very incriminating indeed. haha.

oh and it's blue, gold and white in french. just incase you were wondering. i suppose only wengyee would understand but nevermind. now all of you know.


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